Just now, Yu Xiangong said that he had no unspeakable difficulties.
Now, Yu Xianpo—who had displayed combat strength no weaker than Yu Xiandeng's—still wanted to ask one more time.
Yu Xianpo's meaning was...
Big Brother Clan Chief, you've seen my strength. I can help you suppress Yu Xiandeng.
He still believed that the Clan Chief had some weakness in Yu Xiandeng's grasp, which was why he stood wholly by Yu Xiandeng's side and even intended to hand the position of Clan Chief over to him.
Standing beside Yu Xianpo, Sikong Jing too fixed his gaze on Yu Xiangong...
"Now we'll see how Yu Xiangong answers. If he truly has some difficulty, he should side with Big Brother Xianpo."
"Then it'll be simple."
"The Prison Race will also join forces to suppress Yu Xiandeng, then throw their full support behind dealing with the Ancient Ten Absolutes."
Helping Yu Xianpo seize the position of Clan Chief was, from the current circumstances, nearly impossible. Yu Xianpo lacked an overwhelming advantage.
They needed time, and even more, they needed Yu Xianpo to continue growing stronger...
But as long as Yu Xiangong spoke up and sided with Yu Xianpo—or even stepped down and yielded the position to Yu Xianpo—then it would become easy.
With the entire Prison Race's support, Sikong Jing could boldly head to the Peerless Pill Pavilion.
Likewise...
Yu Xianbao and the others stared intently at the Clan Chief as well. He too was qualified to contend for the Clan Chief's position, and he also wanted to know whether the Clan Chief had truly been controlled by Yu Xiandeng...
As Yu Xianpo questioned him again, the scene fell deathly silent, and the entire place froze.
Yet Yu Xiangong, at the center of it all, showed no change in expression. He stared straight at